You Are the Weekends

With a gunshot I escape from Friday
The nights are shortest in the summer
To the dismay of everyone

And I'll put on the clothes I bought last Sunday
Someone's playing downtown
And the bachelors will all be there
Where no one knows my name

And if you wanna fight
I'll be here every night
And even motherfucking Williamsburg is lit up like
The Bay of Pigs tonight
So try me, hide me, buy me
Another shot tonight

Well, C. Marie you know you are the weekends
But when I'm out with Steve and Ian Hoban
Holding I am hoping for a

Warm bar seat and a friendly Australian
I'm nobody at work, but when there's a Guinness in my hand
Don't you know I'm gonna fight?

And I can see it in your eyes
That you probably have a family and wife
And in another life
We could share a cab and you could spend the night

It's what I'd expect from you
I'd expect nothing less from you



Credits
Writer(s): Free Parking!
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